The Cloud

The dark, black, wet, cloud of love engulfs soaking her,

His sudden arrival invites the lightning and the thunder;

The dense, black, love cloud wets the hot, warm her,

Showering love; making her calmer, greener than ever;

Tickling with the breeze and casting a misty, magical spell,

Suffocating her with the warm, foggy, gentle embrace so well;

The sunny moments and his teasing makes her feel coy,

Her beauty exposed to bright sunlight! Oh! She feels so shy!

Immersing inside his dark haziness nervously she hides;

Overwhelmed by his mightiness, on the love rainbow she glides.

Copyright 2017 Chitkala Mulye (Chitkala Aditosh)


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